Luyện nghe bài hát Solidified

Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never,
As we on
more of this drama for yo' ass
{'She me why..'}

You always startin somethin
and beefin with rappers, why our music so
and so dramatic, where's the
Why go so much static
Is it real for or all for sales?
I'm like, 'Shorty you be sick'
We been gettin like the Waco kids
I don't to diss rappers for recognition
You check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik
You can't be
We created this drama shit, we set the
We you niggaz bout diamonds and guns
And numerous we choose to earn funds
We veterans, we got a of albums
Niggaz done came and went, and we still
Our name is carved in
Even the new know, we ain't no joke so

Let us solidify this - what's
We solidified this - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and kids - uh-huh
They all love +The - but of course!
We been for this music - c'mon man!
Who do it better than us? - man!
Who continue to bang and bump? right
asked me why..'}

I ride around the crib I get out twice
without the headlights, case know my whereabouts
Wanna, me out, I ain't finished with life
I'ma, it out, front you payin the price
And I'm a who can roll the dice, put up the crib

Won't if I lose, bet your ass won't live
to this splurge of mines, never that
I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse hammers
Hit mans up if they press the issue
dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led
Lodge a slug in your abdomen, in the 7
Knowin in the box a rapper's best friend
Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted chrome biscuits
Make no my nigga, we handle business
So please with the they right in, front of your face
stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so

Nigga that you used to with turned on you
Idiots you used to rap hatin on you
Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in
at the video shoot? I you this boo-boo:
My stick-o's still my
My stick man be my stick man 'til the (mmm, mmm)
You got rhymes? You got stomach for the
You got stomach for P? I get my off

Believe nothin that you hear and only half of you see
never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat
Niggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so
Niggaz butches on they records but never handle beef
Know nothin bout golden seal, your P.O.
a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O.
F**kin right, I'm a man of the but I will kill you
If you cock-blockin the the shit'll get real dude (so)